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Lyr Req: The High-Toned Dance
| GeneM | 11 Apr 99 - 11:31 PM | |
| Dr John | 12 Apr 99 - 01:38 PM | |
| Les B | 13 Apr 99 - 12:02 AM | |
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Lyr Req: The High-Toned Dance
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Subject: High Toned Dance From: GeneM Date: 11 Apr 99 - 11:31 PM Need lyrics for old song, here's some of the words: she "do se doed" around me, half the time upon my feet. You can bet it took the creases from my "Go to Meetin" Pants, when I put the cowboy trimmins on that high tone dance. (thanks) |
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Subject: RE: High Toned Dance From: Dr John Date: 12 Apr 99 - 01:38 PM Sara Grey has recorded this on "Sara" (Harbourtown HARCD028). Sorry I haven't transcribed it. DrJohn |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE HIGH-TONED DANCE From: Les B Date: 13 Apr 99 - 12:02 AM I've seen it both as "High Toned Dance" and "The Cowboy's Dance" Now you can't expect a cowboy to agitate his shanks In the etiquettish fashion of aristocratic ranks, When he's always been accustomed to shake the heel and toe In the rattling ranchers' dances where much etiquette don't go You can bet I set there laughing in quite an excited way, A giving of the squinters and astonished sort of play When I happened into Denver and was asked to take a prance In the smooth and easy measures of a high-toned dance When I got among the ladies in their frocks of fleecy white And the dudes togged out in wrappings that was simply out of sight Tell you what, I was embarrassed and somehow I couldn't keep From feeling like a burro in a purty flock of sheep Every step I took was awkward and I blushed a flaming red, Like the upper decorations of a turkey gobbler's head And the ladies said 'twas seldom they ever had a chance To see an old-time puncher at a high-toned dance. I cut me out a heifer from that bunch of purty girls And I yanked her to the center to dance those dreamy whirls She laid her head upon my breast in a loving sort of way And we drifted into heaven while the band began to play I could feel my neck a burning from her nose's breathing heat As she docey-doed around me, half the time upon my feet She looked up into my blinkers with a soul-dissolving glance Quite conducive to the pleasures of a high-toned dance Every nerve just got to dancing to the music of delight And I hugged that little sage hen uncomfortably tight But she never made a beller and the glances of her eyes Seemed to thank me for the pleasures of a genuine surprise She cuddled up against me in a loving sort of way, Tell you what, the joys of heaven ain't a cussed circumstance To the huggamania pleasures of a high-toned dance When they struck the old cotillion on the music bill of fare Every bit of devil in me seemed to bust out on a tear, I fetched a cowboy war whoop and I started in to rag Till the rafters started sinking and the floor began to sag , My partner she got sea sick, and then she staggered for a seat And I balanced to the next one, but she dodged me slick and neat Tell you what, I took the creases from my go-to-meeting pants When I put the cowboy trimmings on that high-toned dance. |
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